Jingling bells pierce the silence
shocking the emptiness that encircles.
A text message, author unknown.
Words on a tiny screen, written to impress the reader.
A date, he asks.
A vague remembrance bubbles over,
forming just beneath the surface.
A boy from my past,
affecting my future.
A bellowing of wood echoes
in my daydream.
I open the door and
rays of sunshine pierce my face.
A sparkling blue stares back;
A whisp of air enters my lungs,
a surging spark filters between us.
Sudden movement from an unexpected kiss
that tingles on my lips.
Infatuation paints my future.
Heartbreak twinkles on the horizon.
Bells jingle again, waking me from my dream.
A questioning message plagues my mind.
Yes or no?
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